Judgment Day

Terra-belle is overrun with death, war, and famine but Anarchious, doesn't care for any of this. He has too much on his plate with the disappearances of loved ones. In his search he comes across a Werewolf in need of aid and they quickly become friends in their adventurers and dangerous endeavors. Blood and Death. Trust and Deception. Love and Hate. A unknown past and a bleak future. Things go from bad to worst in this Fantasy-Adventure and only Anarchious' fists console him. (Book will be published soon so not placing the full book up)

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4. [Untitled]-(FKA Trail Not Traveled By Many)

“Ok? So you have about 3 days to get to the top of the highest mountain on this continent?” Ace asks Anarchious as the two continue to march towards the mountains by way of the golden hills. “Yeah.” The mutant answers nonchalantly, with his eyes on the dirt road surrounded by golden colored grass. “Funny, I lose some foot speed due to the Harvest moon’s end in 3 nights.” the Lycan says to Anarchious, really just babbling as both continued their path. The two had already been walking for half a day still wondering if they could make the deadline. They knew walking to the mountain wasn’t that hard. The hard part was the hike up the mountain. Suddenly, Ace stops in his tracks and looks at the mutant who still seemed to be bent on making forward progress.

                “Didn’t you say you’re supposed to be delivering a message?” The curious Lycan asks as Anarchious stops and cringes at hearing that. “SHIT!” He yells as he looks back towards Drake City which he couldn’t even see in the distance anymore. Anarchious paced back and forth trying to think of what to do as Ace watches. “I’m going back!” Anarchious says to Ace as he began to take off but before he can start running Ace stops him and says, “Quick, check your pockets first.” The mutant stops and feels around all his pockets, even his vest pocket. He feels nothing until he checks his underwear. “Wait, whoa!, What’s this?”

It’s a white envelope entitled, ‘Luna’ with a smeared lipstick kiss on the back.  It’s kind of damp and damaged from his sweat but seems to still be in ok condition. “Must have slipped it in after I passed out.  Good looking out Ace.” “No problem Anarch.” Ace replies to the relieved mutant. “Anarch?” retorts the mutant in a surprised tone of voice. “Yes, figured its way easier to cut your name in half. What idiot is always going to say your entire first name all the time, that’s like four syllables. Not me!” The Lycan replies looking at Anarchious and begins to walk back towards the mountain. Anarchious doesn’t reply he just tucks away the letter, in the front of his pants and follows behind the Lycan.

He thought to himself that name, “Anarch.” He pictured his mother’s beautiful smile and gleaming grey eyes; she called him that. Abel would refer to him as that when he was mad at him. “Anarch!” He heard his brothers many angry screams and they made him happy for a moment. A little grin appears on his face as both men continue on their path to the mountain. The Lycan sees this and figures this is the perfect time to spark up a conversation.

“So how old are you?” Ace asks the obliviously grinning mutant. Anarchious doesn’t answer and instead continues to stay in his own world. Ace glares back at him and yells, “Anarch!” At that moment Anarchious snaps out of his day dream and looks at the Lycan puzzled. “Asked how old you are man!” Ace says to Anarchious smiling. The mutant’s throws his hands behind his head to gaze at the sky and begins to speed walk past the Lycan seemingly ignoring him. “Eighteen.” Anarchious sighs. “Cool! We are the same age.” Ace exclaims enthusiastically but it doesn’t seem to draw more conversation. He is determined to talk to Anarchious who he still finds extremely mysterious. He knows nothing about this kid except how determined he is and how scary he can get when things aren’t going his way. He has to think quickly before the door closes for actual conversation again so he just asks the first thing that comes to mind.

“Why are your people extinct?” the Lycan blurts out to Anarchious. “Heh.” Anarchious answers nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders, continuing to walk up faster. Ace feels dumbfounded and quickly became irate with Anarchious attitude. “What’s wrong with you? You must be bipolar!” He yells at the mutant trying to catch up with him again. Anarchious stops, turns and looks him in the face. “Look this isn’t some damn walk in the park!  I’m not out here for my own leisure and casual conversations. If you don’t like it you can go back.” Anarchious says to Ace making it clear he was still focused on his task and wasn’t out to make friends. “You’re a dick with serious anger issues!” Ace retorts with a huge smile on his face. “And you are EXTREMELY nosey!” Anarchious replies quickly standing face to face with an irritated Ace staring back.

The two have something of a stare down for a moment. Then Ace breaks out into a huge laugh and begins to walk towards the mountains.  The mutant watches baffled by this behavior as Ace continues down the road. 

The two continued their journey to Mt. High East passing through several different towns in a day’s time. The duo didn’t stop to eat or rest at all until they reached the last town at the foot of the mountains that evening. The tiny town called Small Brook was hidden in the thick of the forest at the foot of the mountain that seemed to be hugging the heavens. Most of the mountain seems to be hidden by clouds but you could see the shadow of the peak beyond it.

“This is gonna suck!” Anarchious exclaims to himself while gazing at the snow-bitten mountain along with his companion. “Oh well, let’s get to it.” The fearless Mutant says to himself as he sets out towards the trail separating the town and the mountain. “Wait!” Ace yells to the mutant. Anarchious stops and looks back at Ace as the Lycan explains the sudden outburst, “We should definitely get something to eat in that town to prepare ourselves for that hike Anarch.” “You’re right but I don’t know what type of town this is or if they will accept your kind in there… Or mine for that matter.” Anarchious replies to the Lycan. “Well, check that out.” Ace says as he points to a tiny symbol on the sign next to the name of the town. The symbol was an 8 point star and had sort of a gem-like shape in the middle. Anarchious looks closely at the tiny symbol, confused, then looks back at Ace. “This is a town protected by this weird religious group. They are everybody friendly.” Ace explains to the ignorant mutant. “Everybody friendly?” Anarchious replies. “Yeah, they are a peaceful organization that feeds the hungry all over the world and I know this because for the main part they’ve fed me these last 5 years.” Ace answers as he begins to walk toward the town’s gates as Anarchious follows.

The two step into the town and immediately notice that it is lifeless. The buildings are old and rundown, the streets have been destroyed and cracked up and the atmosphere is depressing. The two don’t see a single sign of life  until they walk to the furthest side of town where they find an old barbershop. The barbershop looks like it’s in better shape than the rest of the town.  The place has working lights and the barbershop sign bears the symbol of the “weird religious group” Ace had just mentioned. They walk up to the door intending to knock but before they can, they are greeted by an older gentleman who seems to just be human.

“Good evening!” The old man greets the duo,  who are still kind of shocked the guy answered without a knock. Anarchious and Ace look at each other without saying a word for a moment. “Come on in boys.” The charismatic old man says while pulling the two into the shop.

On the inside of the shop, it’s very well organized but dusty as though he hasn’t had any visitors for a long time. Despite this,  it is still very warm and cozy on the inside, very home-like. The charismatic old man sits Anarchious and Ace down, he seems very happy to have  guests. He offers them both some warm beef stew and they both accept. The old man leaves the two in the front while he goes to the back. The duo quickly makes eye contact with one another. Anarchious jumps up and checks the front door almost in panic. It’s locked and barred shut. He goes back over to Ace and looks him in the eye.

“He’s gonna kill us!” Anarchious whispers leaning towards Ace. “No… No he’s not. What type of idiotic thing is that to say?” Ace replies to the paranoid Anarchious. “Yo, he’s way too happy to see us and all the more willing to ‘feed’ us beef soup. I didn’t see any cows on our way here and if not that  I bet he’s poisoning our soup!” Anarchious continues to whisper irately. “Clearly he’s just excited cause we are his first victims in a long time.” The Lycan sarcastically retorts, laughing at Anarchious’ exaggerated paranoia. Anarchious reaches over and grabs the Lycan’s collar and pulls him close and says, “You better be right because I will kill him... If I have to.” Ace looks into Anarchious coffee-colored eyes and for the first time sees fear. He sees Anarchious struggling to be strong but he isn’t. What could make such a strong person cower so fast at someone so unthreatening?

The young mutant’s eyes are fixed on all the old weapons, aged human technology. Firearms of all sorts are scattered in many spots in the shop. Ace notices Anarchious eye’s darting through the obsolete weapons but that wasn’t all that was bothering the young mutant.  The old man has guns that remind Anarchious of that dreadful day in his past. When things changed forever. Anarchious still blamed himself for that day.

“Ready for some grub!” The old man says as he pops out of the back room jolly as ever. Anarchious still has a hold of Ace’s jacket staring at the weapons in his own world. Ace looks at the mutant thinking what could bring him to this, wondering why Anarchious was full of so many surprises and yet Ace STILL knew very little about him.

“Ya’ll alright?” The old man says interrupting the duo and their extremely awkward situation. Ace pops out of it immediately, while Anarchious nervous yet blank eyes stared at the old man.

“Yeah we are fine, just a little nervous around the rifle collection.” Ace says pointing out what was bothering primarily Anarchious. The mutant hearing this turned to Ace and raised an eyebrow slightly astonished that Ace figured it out.  “Oh, these old things? I got those from my days as a commander in the Rebel Army.” The old man replies placing the bowls of soup in front of both men. Anarchious hearing this fixes his eyes back on the old man, “The Rebel Army!?” he asks glaring at the old man. “Yes sir, but about 20 something years ago I quit. I didn’t believe in what they were doing. I was all for protecting our people and continents but not the way we were doing it. ” the aged man explained as Anarchious lets out a sigh of relief.

“C’mon now son, sit down, eat, rest up a bit.” He says to Anarchious with a great big smile on his face. The mutant reluctantly sits down and looks over at Ace whose face was buried in his soup bowl. Anarchious looks down and at his but couldn’t shake the jitters he was getting he pushes the bowl away and says,  ”No thanks, not hungry right now.” Ace quickly finishes and grabs Anarchious bowl dives in it. Making every obnoxious noise he could, Ace slurps, burps and belches while enjoying his second helping of soup. In no time Ace is done.

“So where you boys headed to the cliffs or the monastery on the other side of the mountain?” the old man asks the duo. Ace, refreshed answers, “No sir!” “So why you stop here?” the curious old timer asks knowing there isn’t anywhere else to head from this point. “Well we saw the mark of the Spirit Church or something like that figured we could get some food, supplies, and rest or something before the trip up the mountain.” Ace explains to the old timer. “Up the mountain!? Are you youngin’s crazy?!” the old man replies to the Lycan. This comment causes both Ace and Anarchious’ undivided attention to be on the old man.

                “What do you mean?” Ace asks the old man attentively. “Well there’s nothing up there but that monster.” He responds. “Monster!?” the duo replied simultaneously cocking their heads back. The duo look at each other, reading each other’s facial expressions. They didn’t believe that for a second. “Oh yeah and the ghost of a beautiful woman,” He continues. The Lycan and the mutant look back at each other and snicker a little more. Monsters and Ghosts? They definitely didn’t believe him.

Sensing that they don’t believe him, the old man gets a little more serious and defends his story, “It’s the truth! All the people from this town including the church left years ago when they showed up. That’s why I keep my firearms loaded and ready.” “Why didn’t you leave?” Ace asks the old man. “Too old to travel,” He replied. “Well have you ever seen this ghost-monster?” Anarchious asks almost mockingly.

“It’s a monster and the ghost stays in the cave at the top and sings sometimes during the day or at night… And yes,  I’ve seen the monster.  He circles the mountain top screaming on some of the clearer nights and the ghost I’ve never seen her, but I hear her a lot; she’s very pleasant. I’ve never seen her before but when everyone left several youngin’s told me they saw her on the mountain path and they couldn’t touch her at all.” The old man explains to the young duo who still don’t believe him. They both laugh hysterically at the old mans story.

“Don’t mean to be rude, sir. It’s… Just… monsters?” Ace says trying to explain their amusement in the situation. “I know it’s farfetched for an outsider to believe but it’s true.” The old man said staring Ace in the eyes. Immediately, Ace began to somewhat believe what the old man told them. An awkward silence surrounded the shop for a little while, until the young mutant began reeling with laughter again. He begins to mock the old man, “OHHH Monster! HAHAHAAAAAAAAAA! It’s true!” Anarchious laughs for awhile until he realizes Ace isn’t laughing with him. The old man and Ace stare at Anarchious sternly so that he will understand that the situation is serious but he fails to notice and the mutant continues to think it’s ridiculous.

“Look you guys can stay tonight. Tomorrow I’ll gather up whatever you may think you need for that hike.” The old man continues ignoring Anarchious’ juvenile behavior.

In the morning, the old man has gathered old coats and hiking picks and gear and gives them to the duo. They both gear up and ready themselves for the trip. The duo then leave the deserted town to begin the two day hike up the mountain. Some ways up it begins to get cold. It doesn’t affect the Lycan much.  He just decided to give his coat to Anarchious and transform to his Lycan form to use his mass and body fur to keep him warm.

“Thanks!” Anarchious says to Ace. The Lycan nods and replies, “You’re welcome!” As they both continue walking up the path on the side of the mountain striding against the winds, Anarchious begins to laugh again. Ace just ignores it and continues to march on. “So what do you think about monster ghost?” Anarchious asks Ace curious as to what he really thought. “I don’t know?” Ace replies not really caring about the question. “So do you think they’re real?” He asks another question, still receiving a nonchalant reply from Ace. “Oh c’mon what did you really think about that guy? Crazy or what?” Anarchious continues. “All I know it was nice to have a real conversation for once.” Ace replies to Anarchious passive-aggressively. Anarchious doesn’t reply.  He just knew what it was that irritated the Lycan.

They both continue up the mountain. The higher they hike the more brisk the air and wind becomes. A calm but chilly wind picks up and it begins to blow flurries of snowflakes. The frigid breeze didn’t really bother the Lycan or mutant as much, but Anarchious was feeling tired and still refused to slow down. About half way up the mountain and half way thru the first night Anarchious collapses and falls unconscious. The mutant weakened body slumps over and rolls towards the edge of the trail and the long drop over the edge. Ace reacts quickly, grabbing Anarchious clothing and lifting him like a mother bear does her cubs. The Lycan knows instinctively what’s wrong and as the weather continues to worsen, Ace finds a small cave in the mountain to set up camp and wait for the morning. Ace huddled in front of the fire lonely once again as the stormed raged on threating to blow the fire out. The caves reminded him of his family, and immediately bought his mood down. He then directed his thoughts His mysterious partner was still in a fatigued induce comatose state. The Lycan had never seen someone so angry, stubborn or someone who reminded him of his father in way but in some ways of himself. He began to notice Anarchious body and his subtle movements. The guy was dreaming and mumbling but all Ace could smell was fear.

The sun shone brightly and a beautiful bronzed woman held his hand. It was his mother. A head full of long puffy curly hair, the kindest eyes you could imagine, and the most stunning smile. When the light hit her it was almost as if she was from the heavens.  Her radiance gave her an angel’s halo. He was happy with her and couldn’t stop crying tears of joy. He remembered a panic, gun fire, and bloodshed. His mother teleported him to a safe place close by, he was covered in blood but it wasn’t his. Mom was bleeding badly, but she was so strong, it didn’t faze her. She kissed him on his forehead and in an instant she was gone. Feeling lost and confused he followed the sound of Mom and Dad yelling and screaming.

“You up?” The Lycan says to Anarchious who was coming to. The mutant looks at Ace,  confused with the tear rolling down his cheek. “What happened? Where am I?!” he asks the Lycan who seems worried about Anarchious. “You passed out last night. I had to bring you to this cave in the mountain till the storm broke.” Ace responds. “Alright, well let’s get going!” the young mutant exclaims while jumping up and walking quickly towards the trail. “No wait!” Ace tries to stop a tired, weary Anarchious but it’s too late.  Anarchious ‘ legs buckle,  he loses his balance and is headed over the edge of the trail once again. The Lycan on all fours, almost in a blur rushes over and grips Anarchious with his fangs before he can tumble over the cliff. The Lycan pulls him back and sits him down.

“When was the last time you ate?” he asks the mutant already knowing the answer for the most part. Anarchious looks at him and begins to think about it. “You haven’t eaten at all since you began searching. Been too worried about your Aunt so you never noticed how hungry you were.” Ace obnoxiously explains for him. “Oh so you’re psychic now?” Anarchious responds and begins noticing his giant headache. “No. I’m Lycan. I can hear everything. Like when your stomach growls but you ignore it. Dipshit!” Ace replies handing Anarchious a plastic bowl from one of his bags. Ace takes it and pops the top off. It was some of the soup the old man fixed two nights ago. Anarchious signals no and tries to get up again but he’s too weak to get up.

“Stop being such a tough guy and EAT THE DAMN SOUP!” Ace snarls at Anarchious with his voice booming from the mountain echoing. An extremely stubborn Anarchious refuses to do it.  This angers Ace so he goes back to drastic measures, “Fine you won’t make your deadline and Marie will die!” The smart-alec Lycan says to persistent mutant. In a burst of energy, Anarchious hopped back up, quickly charged a lightening punch and swings at the Lycan. Ace avoids it with a simple and very cocky slow side step. The mutant stumbles over and faints, collapsing once again from overexertion.

 While Anarchious was passed out Ace picks up all their equipment, grabs the mutant and ties him to his back along with all the other equipment and hoofs it up the mountain. As the morning passes, the sun gets hotter and the air gets thinner.  The Lycan continues to stride the mountain with the mutant still limp and lifeless on his back.  Ace knows he could just scale the mountain the easy way and it would be effortless but can’t run the risk of dropping Anarchious and the supplies. As nightfall approaches Ace begins to feel movement on his back. Figuring he would have to force feed the mutant Ace  calms himself and gets ready to deal with Anarchious’ stubbornness.  As soon as he feels ready he looks back and before he can open his mouth, Ace is surprised to see the stubborn mutant has taken it upon himself to indulge in the soup he had spitefully rejected earlier that day.

The day was quickly coming to an end. The duo were almost at the top of the mountain. Ace dead tired and Anarchious full and rejuvenated begins to hear something. It was like a light whistling, very elegant, very peaceful.

“It’s coming from the top, sounds as if it’s coming from a cave.”    Ace informs his alert mutant counterpart. “Ok let’s get there then.” Anarchious replies to the Lycan, anxious to see for himself although he already has a pretty good idea what this was. It has to be the person he has journeyed to deliver this message to he just knows it in his soul. He is only about 10 minutes away from freeing Marie. The anxious duo rushes up the remainder of the trail passing hardened obstacles with ease. The closer to they get to top, the whistling gets louder. In just minutes, they reach the top of the mountain both tired and out of breath.

As they get closer, the duo realizes that the whistling becomes singing and it seems to be coming from the cave right in front of them.  Anarchious is sure it’s the person he’s supposed to deliver the letter to, so he darts into the depths of the cave as Ace staggers along drained. Anarchious rushes in past where the moonlight reaches, almost running into a woman. He comes to a screeching halt, excited to see the woman, “Hey, hi! I was sent here to deliver you a message!” Anarchious exclaims to the woman when he notices the woman is glowing. It’s almost like a halo but different. Her aura is cold and gloomy. She turns to him and looks him in the eyes. She was pretty, short and petite but busty, with hazel-colored eyes that seemed to glimmer as the moonlight gleamed off of them. Her skin was a light-tan color yet pale, so the duo assumed she was a Vampyr.

Anarchious excited reaches in his pants and pulls out the letter which was even in worse condition than when he found it the first time. “Here is the letter, Luna, I guess.” The relieved mutant hands the emotionless woman the letter. She neither smiles nor shows any care for the letter as she gazes upon it. The woman looks up at Anarchious with Ace standing by and speaks, “It must be that time of the year again.” As she says that she slips into the shadowy depths of the cave losing the cold aura that surrounded her like a halo.

Confused the mutant steps toward the shadows asking, “What? Wait what does that mean?” but receives no answer. He continues to walk forward trying to spot the woman but there seemed to be no sign of her. He looks back at Ace who is also puzzled but seems a little more attentive than usual. “Anarch, Be careful. That chick was kind of creepy.” Ace says to the mutant worried that something bad is about to happen. “Hello, Just need to know if we can leave now. Luna?” Anarchious says as he continues to look to her in the pitch dark.

“AHH!” A womanly shriek echoes through the cave. “Luna!?” Anarchious yells out as he runs deeper towards the sound of the screaming. “ANARCH DON’T!” Ace yells, but it’s too late.  The Lycan even with his keen eye sight loses track of the mutant’s whereabouts in the darkness. He darts forward but something stops him. He smells something, something fierce, and the hair on the back of his neck stands at attention.

Deeper in the cave Anarchious hears little whimpers and cries but can’t see anything. Then he hears something and can’t quite make it out. It sounds like cracking and crunching. Anarchious continues to walk forward thinking to himself and trying to make out what those sounds are until he walks face first into a hard but hairy barrier. The crackling continues as Anarchious tries to figure out what it is. He feels upward, and feels what seems to be a giant pair of coconuts but felt soft like water balloons, it’s almost a wall but he thinks to himself, it can’t be until he hears a big huff as if it was breathing and it immediately dawns on him what it might be. “Oooooh shit!” Anarchious yells as he is immediately grabbed by this wall but tears himself loose and runs back to the entrance of the cave tripping and stumbling.

 At the entrance Ace stares into the dark of the cave, hair still raised on his back of his neck and frozen almost in fear. He hears Anarchious’ screams and yelps and has become more afraid but he is  staying to be brave and to prove to the mutant that he isn’t a coward. He hears footsteps getting closer and closer. Someone or something is running towards him and he readies himself. Out of the shadows bursts Anarchious with a look of horror in his eyes. “A MONSTER! A MONSTER ATE LUNA!” Anarchious yells as he scurries toward the frightened Ace. Before Ace can reply, out of the shadows crawls a giant evil looking creature. It resembles a Vampyr bat but enormous. It’s roaring and snarling as it chases the terrified mutant down.

“No the monster is Luna Anarch!” Shouts Ace as Anarchious tries to avoid the beast but it’s too late. The tenacious beast pounces on Anarchious pinning him to the ground. The animal then proceeds to pummel the mutant to the point where it literally knocks his mind back minutes ago when he thought this thing was a furry wall. Then he realizes, “furry, giant, monster tits!” Anarchious blurts out with a giant perverted smile on his swollen face.  The worried Lycan looks at the battered mutant confused wondering what the hell he’s talking about. Even the creature stops battering the mutant drawing a blank to his comment. The mutant, coming out of his forced day-dream moment, looks up at what was allegedly Luna and sees the upshot of her giant perky furry Breast. He couldn’t help staring at them. Then he realizes the predicament he is in and his instincts take over. Simultaneously the beast sees what the mutant is gawking at and it angers her, so she proceeds to grab his head and tries to squash it like a grape. Anarchious, thinking quickly as the monster tried to squish his head with her giant Bat like claws, lightning blasts her with everything he has.

The cave erupts and seemed to shake the entire mountain. It knocks Ace on his knees and nearly blows him out of the cave but he digs his claws into the groves of the caves floor and hangs on. There is a rumbling outside that seemed to be simultaneously going with the shaking of the mountain. The blast is so spectacular it causes an avalanche on the east end of the mountain. Meanwhile, inside the cave, which surprisingly didn’t collapse or take much damage, the smoke is clearing. Ace anxiously tries to make out what happened in the blast and in one flap of its wings the beast blows away the rest of the settling smoke. Anarchious is still pinned under Luna, who hardly suffered any damage, and struggles to get free.

“Yo, are you going to just sit there, or are you going to help a brother out!” The angry mutant yells desperately at the Lycan. Ace hesitates for a moment as the bat beast victoriously snarls at the tops of its lungs exerting her dominance. Ace thinks to himself about it deeply. He hates violence and fighting and doesn’t want to do it but remembers Anarchious’ words to him a few days ago, "Look, In this world sometimes you have to fight when you don't want to and other times you shouldn't fight when you want to."   The Lycan musters up all confidence he can and in a fearless burst of power and speed tries to spear the creature off of Anarchious crushed body.

He smashes into her shoulder first but is repelled backwards before he even touches her. For a moment he sits back surprised and admires his courage. He never knew he had that type of power or force in him before, most importantly the bravery. “Hello?” Anarchious yells impatiently waiting for the Lycan’s assist as the beast chuckles at the Lycan’s attempt.  Back to action Ace thought to himself, something has prevented him from making any type of contact with her and he picks up on this right away. It’s like an invisible barrier, “Anarch!  There’s a barrier preventing me!” Ace informs the mutant as he continues to try to defend himself from the attempts to end his life. “No Duh! Figure something out!” he responds as he drops his guard and the Bats onslaught continues.  She throws him up against a cave wall and pummels him some more. 

Ace attempts to tackle her again but his attempts are feeble each time. Every time he fails at successfully striking her,  the more his newly gained confidence begins to crumble and become fear. “Dude… Kill the bitch… Before she… kills me!” Anarchious says as he began feel his consciousness slip away as the beast continuously slams him on the cold, hard, ground. Ace, feeling hopeless, terrified and being infected with cowardice decides to flee from the cave leaving Anarchious to fend for himself.

Last thing the battered mutant sees is Ace fleeing into a bright white light out of the cavern before starting blacking out. He knows he is done for. He is weak, numb, mentally broken at this point. Death, he thinks to himself. It would be so easy, he thinks going in and out of the beating he is taking from the bat creature with the huge boobs. Death, he’s beginning to accept it. It feels right as his lights are seemingly punched out for the last time…

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